Su Yu slowly walked over to Qin Bashan's corpse.
He looked down at the mangled body, which had collapsed in the mud like a torn sack, a terrifying, bloody hole pierced clean through its chest. A discerning glint flashed in his eyes.
'Stacking Hundred Fierce Peaks to the sixth punch can shatter the ultimate defense of someone at Flesh Refining Realm Perfection with overwhelming force. With this kind of extreme, violent destructive power, I'm truly invincible among those in the Flesh Refining Realm in the Outer City!'
Composing himself, Su Yu squatted down and skillfully ripped a bulging leather pouch from Qin Bashan's waist.
He untied the knot and dumped all the assorted items inside onto a clean rock.
CLANG! A few crisp sounds rang out.
A heavy, ten-tael gold bar, a stalk of tiger bone ginseng with its roots perfectly preserved and glowing with a faint, bloody light, a simple, old-fashioned brass key, and several porcelain vials containing medicinal pills.
'No silver notes?'
